The growing popularity of the “Bowie” bond — a security backed by royalties — may sound strange, but it’s nothing new. In treating songs like annuities, capitalists prove once again that nothing is too sacred, or silly, to be commodified.
The growing popularity of the “Bowie” bond — a security backed by royalties — may sound strange, but it’s nothing new. In treating songs like annuities, capitalists prove once again that nothing is too sacred, or silly, to be commodified.
I wonder why we’re listening to the same one song (and its’ twenty clones) on the radio over and over again. Day after day, year after year. And don’t even remind me to the christmas loop. That terror will start soon enough again.
I encourage you to find other things to listen than radio.
I’ve got plenty of altermatives. I just can’t always avoid exposition to radio emissions. A trip across half of Europe this month with the fucking car “entertainment” system not recognizing any of my thumb drives and USB-SSDs was experience enough to be reminded to all the songs I had hoped to never have to hear again.